My watch stops. A beat before. My heart stops. You tell me more. I can't stop. I can't ignore. The pin drops. . My watch stops. A beat before. It all stops.
Flint jack. He's a master of his trade. Oh young edward's twisted soul has finally come of age. And from a piece of flint. An arrowhead was shaped. The only thing as good as gold is something that's as good as old.
Turn up the music way up loud. Dress yourself up in a shroud. The crayon fabric colors stains. ... into buckets filled with rain. . And dance the dance of summer's lost.